"This zone is perfect!"
The exclamation echoed across the vast, alien landscape. John and his companions spent the next twelve hours traversing their new territory.
For the first time in months, the crushing weight of dangers, challenges, fighting, and survival had lifted. There was no looming hostile race at the horizon, no encroaching horde of monsters, and no scary machine forcing them to keep fighting.
They moved with a leisurely pace that felt foreign, almost luxurious, inspecting the terrain and the different things that filled their new home. Eventually, their trek led them to the perimeter, where the true scale of their situation became undeniable.
The walls were not just fortifications; they were architectural wonders of huge scale. Standing at the base, even the towering Bulltors looked like insignificant ants.
